There is nothing quite like a spring rain. The grass turns green before my eyes. The birds at the feeder this morning are slick and shiny with the cool rain, but they seem to be enjoying the moisture. They take their time and reflect as they crack the seeds and eat. The red bud has exploded in color all the more vibrant against the gray sky. I find myself, cup of tea in hand, watching from the windows. The illusion of being kept inside can last just a bit longer before I have to venture out umbrella in hand.
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